Hidden

I don’t think that you have
inspected the area very carefully, as you
have apparently not seen, and even over-looked,
the one you are seeking. Here, right in
front of your face, the
Love which you are longing for, standing out like ink
splattered on a white wall. I’m here. Oh, well.

This poem is a Golden Shovel on the children’s poem Hiding by Dorothy Aldis, using the line “Have you looked in the ink well?” The original poem can be found here: https://allpoetry.com/Poem/8605367-Hiding-by-Dorothy-Keeley-Aldis?page=4  A Golden Shovel is a poetic form I first learned about during the 2017 Poetry Marathon and have enjoyed using ever since.